Chapter 11 - She's B-a-a-a-a-a-ck

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All that could be seen was a large hat and the shoulders of an expensive well-pressed linen suit as she walked past the window.  The set of her shoulders was a warning.  The grating click-click of her stiletto heels went right up your spine.

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Linda rushed to the window and stared for six seconds, then whispered, "She's back."  In the silence of the crowded cafe, it sounded like the crack of a fine leather whip.

Sammy rushed out after the woman as every seat in the cafe emptied and every  face was pressed against the windows.

"Hey, Miss don't I know you?" yelled Sammy.

The well-dressed woman stiffened her spine, turned and looked down her aristocratic nose at the tanned wind-blown young blonde. "I doubt it." said the overly cultured voice.  "But, maybe you can help me.  I'm looking for the Far Horizon. 

"Oh sure -- you just need to turn right up at the corner, but it's not open.  Its  not even really there any more after the storm.  He isn't there anyway"  The words came out in a rush.

"Of course I know that -- he's dead," the woman said with in a quietly arrogant tone.

Sammy stepped back as if she'd been slapped.  She stared at the woman from her beautiful hat to her expensive suit and from her spotless high heels to her perfectly manicured fingertips.  The subtle heavy gold chain around her neck gleamed in the tropical sun. 

Sammy had the irrelevant thought, "She doesn't even feel the heat -- not a drop of sweat".  Then it hit her.  This woman hadn't looked like that last time Sammy had seen her, when she was only about 10 years old.  But the condescending tone let her know that this was Cappy's wife.

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